[ he can hear the crunching--there's been a lot of crunching as people have come and gone in the process of paying their dues and coming to see after Vash, so it's not something that has Wolfwood's head snapping up to see. he's tired. he hasn't slept, there's been a dozen things to try and fifteen different heartwrenching things to deal with at any given time, so it's just been... a lot.

he takes another inhale off his cigarette, and only lifts his head when his name breaks the air on Dante's lips, turning with his hands tucked in his pockets, even if he doesn't really feel the cold. ]

Should be someone you put back in bed, all things considered. Grandpa's not allowed to be off bedrest yet, Uncle Scruffy.

[ still, he snuffs his cigarette with a quick pinch, tucking it into a coat pocket out of habit as he fully turns to face the two of them, stepping away from the water. ]